Ace Hood ☆ Bugatti(feat. Future & Rick Ross)

We the motherfucking best nigga
Ace Hood
It’s Over Future
I come looking for you with
Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuck bitches from different
races
you get money they started hating
TURN UP
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
OK niggas be hating
I’m rich as a bitch
One hundred K
I spent that on my wrist
Two hundred dollars spent that
on your bitch
you and your model put that on
my list
oh there he go in that
Foreign again
Killing the scene bring the
coroner in
murder she wrote swallow a choke
Hit her and go
I won’t call her again
woke up early morning
crib as big as a college
smoke me a pound of the loudest
whipping some shit with no mileage
diamonds cost me a fortune
Them horses all in them Porsches
you pussies can’t hardly afford it
Forty two hundred my mortgage
balling on niggas like Kobe
fuck all you haters you bore me
only the real get a piece of the
plate
repping my city
I’m running my state
give me a pistol then run with
the K’s
Niggas want beef then I visit
your place
Bang
I come looking for you with
Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuck bitches from different
races
you get money they started hating
TURN UP
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
Yeah and I’m at it again
there go the flow bringing
tragedy in
copped me a chain
your salary spent
niggas is sweet bring them
cavities in
counting money hourly trend
rolling them skinny like Olsen
twins
niggas is squares cabin and pens
neck full of Gold Olympian shit
niggas is blowing their checks
on the gear
fall on some pussy then hop on
the leer
shot with them choppers back of
the rear
Sak Pase them killers is here
woke up early morning
mind is telling me money
paper mula pockets is fat as a
tumor
Millionaire nigga no rumor
living my life off of tuna
wanted with me I deliver the beef
real niggas only enjoying the
feast
pull up a seat bon appetite
No Louboutins put that red on
your sleeves
Bang
I come looking for you with
Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuck bitches from different
races
you get money they started hating
TURN UP
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
Photographs of dope boys
is all the take is finger prints
on the Rolls Royce
is why they hating push a button
on these broke boys
it’s detonation walk a road to
riches bare feet
I watch mama struggle now she
living carefree
that’s why I hustle for the
half a Ki that’s 12 G’s
I’m tryin’ to bubble every
summer a new LP
you gotta love me I got shooters
out the D league
Signin’ bonus hit that man
that’s from thirty feet
left in a puddle finger prints
is on a hundred mill
and what it is
Ricky Rose and Ace Hood
we hella Trill
yeah
I come looking for you with
Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuck bitches from different
races
you get money they started hating
TURN UP
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti